Her mind is keen and her heart is pure, so I can’t imagine that she will forget her years at St. Agnes School or our religion teacher or the rest of our friends.

While my heart is still bleeding and broken, my eyes can still see the hidden valley (not the salad dressing!) of relatively believable hope. I will not lie.
I feel as though I have lost my therapist, my potential best friend and/or future school year, as well as my academic self respect in one day.

Though something keeps me going, my heart still cries. It cries for what could have been, what never will be, what used to be, and what is. Still, it gives a little smile for what could still be, and also for what is. The question is, what could it be?

Hopefully,

Me